Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Shanbao said: "Then you have to be as good as Confucius. Zigong said that Confucius' teacher is gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and let everyone be willing to share stories with him."

Man Bao was full of confidence, "I can do it too, by the way, what is gentle, respectful and frugal? Let me know, it is to be humble, right?"

Bai Shanbao despised her, "You don't even know what it is, you just say you can do it. Children who talk big are not good children."

"You know what, Keke said, you must set goals before doing things, so that you can make plans. Of course, the bigger the goal, the better."

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Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes and doubted, "Really?"

Man Bao nodded fiercely, "Of course it's true."

"Well, then I will be a high official in the future, an official bigger than my father, I don't want to be an official like my father."

With a wow, Man Bao asked enthusiastically, "What kind of official is your father?"

Bai Shanbao was a little proud, but said with a bit of restraint, "My father is the county magistrate."

Man Bao didn't feel good about the magistrate. She said, "The magistrate is not a good person. They always take our money."

Bai Shanbao was unhappy, "My father is a good official, and he was awarded by the court."

As soon as Mr. Zhuang entered the classroom, he heard the words of the two children. He frowned. How could he arbitrarily discuss state affairs at such a young age?

Do these two broken children know what the magistrate does?

Mr. Zhuang took the two children to the yard to talk.

Bai Shanbao was still a little apprehensive, because from his experience, being called out by his husband alone would not be a good thing.

But Man Bao is different. She is more used to sitting in the yard reading and talking with Mr. Zhuang than sitting in the classroom and listening to the lectures.

So she happily followed.

Seeing Manbao's happy face, Bai Shanbao felt that it shouldn't be a bad thing, so he relaxed and passed.

Mr. Zhuang sat down on the stone bench, called the two children to him, and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Shan Bao lowered his head. In his opinion, the teacher asked this sentence as a scold, a rebuke to them for speaking in class.

But Man Bao didn't think so. When she heard her husband ask, she happily told him everything they said, and asked, "Sir, is the county magistrate good?"

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but ask her, "Why do you think the magistrate is bad?"

Man Bao talked about the fact that she went to the county town the day before yesterday and had to pay an extra penny to enter the city, and also said that her fifth brother had inquired about the news that she had come back from the county town.

So she felt that the county magistrates were all bad and would only take money from their ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while and asked, "Do you know what the magistrate does?"

Shan Bao looked at Man Bao and then at Mr. Zhuang. He felt that Mr. Zhuang was different from the previous one, so he stopped cowardly and replied: "The county magistrate is a county's parental official who is in charge of the people."

Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "What else?"

Bai Shanbao wasn't an honest boy. If he was honest, he wouldn't have been called out by his husband very often in the family studies before, and he couldn't even make faces at Manbao in front of his parents yesterday.

So Mr. Zhuang's encouragement, plus Manbao's example, he answered with her.

Man Bao said: "It's the city fee!"

Shan Bao said: "The judge."

Man Bao said: "For the grain tax collector, my family just paid the tax grain not long ago."

It was also that time, when Chuu Lang accompanied the people in the village to escort food to the county seat, so he got involved in gambling.

Shan Bao said, "There are also those who catch thieves, and those who call the shots for the common people."

Shan Bao tilted his head for a while, scratched his head and said, "I also persuade the common people to sow grain, grow mulberries and raise silkworms."

Man Bao said to him, "How stupid, our family is farming, and when the time comes, we will plant it ourselves. Do we need the county magistrate to persuade him?"

"Yes, if you don't believe me, ask Mr. My grandmother. As the county magistrate, I want to persuade Ke Nong Sang. My father died when he met a bandit."

Mr. Zhuang didn't expect that after Shanbao was still a martyr, his expression became more gentle. He reached out and touched his head, saying, "What you think is only what you see, it's not right."

The two children were dumbfounded.

Seeing the confused eyes of the two children, Mr. Zhuang's words were blocked. The two children were still young, and they might not understand what he said.

Mr. Zhuang pondered, and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two children waited quietly, and after not seeing him speak for a long time, Man Bao scratched his head, swayed his body from side to side, and accidentally bumped into Shan Bao.

Shan Bao glanced at Mr., and rammed back with his small body.

Man Bao almost fell, and in the blink of an eye, he also bumped back.

The two children seemed to be more interested in the competition. While Mr. Zhuang was not paying attention, the two little bodies were next to each other. You pushed me hard, and I pushed you hard.

Mr. Zhuang was still thinking, and when he saw the ant nest not far away, he had an idea in an instant. When he looked up, he saw the two children were pushing me and you, and he couldn't help coughing with a headache.

Man Bao and Shan Bao stood up in an instant, but because Shan Bao received his power faster, Man Bao was a little slower, and slammed into it, knocking Shan Bao to the ground.

The two children rolled into a ball, and Mr. Zhuang was afraid that they would cry, but they got up from the ground and stood up.

Mr. Zhuang was both funny and angry, so he waved to the two of them: "Come here."

The two stepped forward, and Mr. Zhuang pointed to the ants on the ground to show them, "What is this?"

The two children rushed to answer, "Ant!"

"Yes, this is an ant, so do you say it is good or bad?"

The two children were stunned, "The ants are still good and bad."

"You have divided the magistrates into good and bad, why can't the ants be good or bad?"

Man Bao said, "Then it's bad, because it's robbing us of food. Look, they're delivering rice, so it must have been stolen."

Shan Bao nodded.

Mr. Zhuang laughed and asked, "Then I won't ask you whether the ants are good or bad, I will ask you what you saw."

Shan Bao said: "They are lining up to move things."

Man Bao played with ants a lot, so he knew a little more than him and said, "It will rain when the ants move."

Mr. Zhuang asked her, "How do you know it's going to rain when the ants move? Did you see the rain coming?"

The two children looked up at the big sun in the sky and shook their heads at the same time, but Man Bao insisted, "My mother said, it's going to rain when the ants move."

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "Then let's see if it will rain today."

Shan Bao whispered to her, "The sun is so big, why does it rain?"

Man Bao was also hesitant, because this was what her mother and the others often talked about, so she remembered it, but she hadn't really paid attention to it before, whether it would rain if the ants moved.